The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Friday, 31 March 1989

Another Dream of Beatrice


EXTREMELY LATE.

 

‘A Little Respect’ – Erasure



 

I know I want some DEAD OR ALIVE records.  Lots. 


And lots of new clothes.  And George says to Jack that I’ve got to ‘LOOK OUT FOR A PACKAGE’.  Strange.

 

Babysat for Chip.  Changed a poohey nappy.

 



 

March 1989 is almost over.  And it feels odd.  The sun is fantastic + the change (i.e. rise) in temperature is wonderfully noticeable.  That nice time of year is upon us again.

 

‘If I Ever Thought You’d Be Lonely’ – ABC



 

I’ve been pretty much alone, consoling myself with thoughts of Flash, Raquel and the last week.  I really miss it.  And next week, when I return to that UNSPEAKABLE PLACE, I know I’ll have such a ‘chip on my shoulder’.  I’ll be so ANTI-everybody.  Can’t be helped.  I’ll certainly have no time for the fickle + stupid.  Even less for the irritating.  Who will I be faithful to?  It’s like my past is my shrine … my background … I carry it with me.  And then there’s Emma.  We are approaching the end.  Surely.  I want to let it all go, and become a memory.  We aren’t suited, I can accept that now where I couldn’t before.  So HOW?  HOW?  How hurt will she be?

 

‘Round and Round’ – New Order



 

Flash and Raquel had a day today at Jessica’s for Birthday Tea (Jess’s birthday), before spending an evening at his dad’s.  Sadly, as I rang him tonite, Flash was arguing with Raquel, and he says it seems as if she’s trying to find a way out of their relationship, throwing ‘we’re not suited’ at him, and accusing him of not caring, etc.  Strained, indeed.  I hope it resolves.  I like Raquel.  And I love Flash.  They’ve become a single entity to me now.  I hope it all resolves.

 

Of course, hearing this makes me feel even more guilty about Emma.  What can I say?  You know, I am certain that I’d really like to spend time with MAGGIE.  She’s the only thing that interests me about my return to College at the moment.  I desire her.  If she HAS finished with Simon, then, cruel as it may seem, I HOPE she’s attracted to me (Lord help her!).  Am I influential enough to make something grow between us?  I shan’t force anything, but if the opportunity seemed to arise, I’d help it along.  Only if she split with Simon, though.  I wouldn’t do a thing before that happened.  If it happens.  God, please let something truly beautiful and unique grow between MAGGIE and me.  I mean, surely only something fantastic could grow between us.  I really don’t want to step on Simon’s toes, but if the DO finish, then, please, whoever guides my life, aim her feelings at mine and let us find out what could be.  I have such strong feelings for MAGGIE.  I’ve missed her greatly this week.  Does she feel what I feel?  Can she tell that I like her?  Will anything develop?

 

‘Don Juan’ – Pet Shop Boys



 

Last nite, I dreamt I met up with BMW again, in a shop.  We went back to her house for coffee and to make amends for the past.  CRAP!

 

All my deepest love,

Ritcherd J Winterfood

X

 

I love you, FLASH.

I love you, RAQUEL.

Could I love you, MAGGIE?

 





 

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Next time: ‘Foolery…’

Thursday, 30 March 1989

The Innocents


‘Of Course I’m Lying’ – Yello



 

At 12.10am this morning, Flash rang-up LOLA’S.  Lola answered and Flash chatted to her for ages, much to our surprise!  Eventually, at Flash’s request, ‘Dave’ came on.  I was on the extension, pissing myself.  ‘Dave’, knowing full well who Flash was, eventually submitted to a grilling and answered Flash’s question.  And his real name?  You really want to know?  His real name is JEFFRY SMITH!

 

ha-ha-ha!

 

It all ties in.

 

I chatted with Gerry till 4am, as Flash listened to CDs on his ‘new on Tuesday’ CD Player.  At 4am, Gerry and I kissed goodnite, sharing a strangely long + unexpectedly tender moment, until I finally pulled away and got in bed with Flash.

 

Later:

 

‘Witch in the Ditch’ – Erasure



 

FLASH WRITES:

 

11.15am

 

KNOCKERS!  It annoys me when:

 

People leave tissues lying around.

People leave the bed in a right state.

People leave MY fountain pen lying around with NO TOP ON and LOSE THE TOP!

Our boiler has yellow smoke streaming out of it and the neighbours see it and our cat is locked in with it and we don’t wake up ‘til three hours later and the neighbours say, ‘Oh, we saw the smoke when we woke up.’

CUNTS!

I’m sorry, but CUNTS!

It’s not fair.  I can’t stand people like that, I really can’t.

 

So, have we had a groovy week in West Yorkshire?  Yes, we have, but can you non-Castleford people believe that on one trip up the road to the Off Licence, Ritcherd and I counted 86 separate piles of dog mess!  Eighty-six!  I live in Castleford and even I can’t believe it!  86!  Well, that’s CAS VEGAS for you!  I wish I was still living in PONTE CARLO!

 

Ah well, Ritcherd will be gone soon, at 12.30pm, and as always it’s a sad occasion.  As he said to Raquel and I last night, ‘You’ve become part of the fixtures and fittings.’  I’m sure he didn’t mean to be boring when he said it, and I’m sure I don’t either.  Let me say this – it’s been great having you, Ritcherd, old buddy, and I’ll miss you being around.  See you soon – good luck with all your endeavours and enterprises.  Hope everything comes up bubbles for you.

 

So, until next time,

BOUP-GAROU,

From

Flash

XXX

 

PS.  I love my new CD Player.

 

Later:

 

2pm.

THE TRAIN.

 

‘Theme From S-Express’ – S-Express



 

I FEEL RATHER UNCOMFORTABLE.

 

Oh, I felt sure we were accidentally sitting in FIRST CLASS.  Well, the Ticket Inspector just checked us out and we’re kosher.

 

I’ve left them, then.

 

‘SO YOU’RE GOING TODAY,’ said Raquel in a sad voice.  ‘I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO.  COME AND LIVE IN MY LOFT.’

 

It’s a sod.  I’ll miss it, as I always do.  It’s been an incredible week.

 

Later:

 

So today was ‘going home’ – thanks to Mr P. Jones, stage star.

 

CRIKEY!

 

Later:

LATE AT NIGHT IN THE PURPLE ROOM AT BLACKBERRY NARROW.

 

‘Blessed State’ – Wire



 

So here I am.

 

And I just want to cry again.  And again.  And again.  I have a cup of tea with me and the Wire tape my Dad did me.

 

This hol, I have watched Who Dares Wins (SKILL!)…

 

…and Bad Day At Black Rock (watched with my Granddad W skill). 


 

Tonite, I’m taping The Birds


…and Educating Rita is on tomorrow.


 

Just found myself thinking about that night after MACBETH when I stayed with Lee-Anne Jones and we massaged each other.  I enjoyed fondling her buttocks + breasts.  She’s left the course now…

 

Later:

 

‘Hallowed Ground’ – Erasure



 

So, when I awoke today, I said farewell to Dad + Annie, then Raquel (over the ‘phone), and finally Flash.  Paul drove over with Jack + took us to DONNY and we came home, although not directly, as I found time in Peterborough to buy ERASURE’s The Innocents LP for a fiver.


 

Oh, Flash.  Oh, Raquel.  Oh, Flash.  I’ll miss you both.

 

I cleaned out my room when I got in and rearranged stuff and – oh god – I just cried. 

 

Chip’s great.

 

God, I cried.  I want to be with you so much, it’s incredible.  Do you understand?  I love you, Flash.  And I long to be with you (and your Raquel) again, so we can laugh + be uninhibitedly SKILL!

 

I’ll cry again now.

 

GOODNITE.

 





 

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Next time: ‘Another dream of Beatrice…’

Wednesday, 29 March 1989

Farewell Party


ASHTON STREET

It’s 6.30pm (ish).

 

‘Stakker Humanoid’ – Humanoid



 

Well, Gerry’s just been in to give me a hug + a kiss because I just gave her a big ‘THANK YOU’ card for all the things she does for me when I come up here to see Flash (letting me stay, etc.).

 

Later:

 

‘The 1989 Metropolitan Mixdown, pt.1’ – Yello



 

RAQUEL WRITES:

 

HI DIARY!

 

Hey up, cocker!  Raight, listen-up:  FLASH, RITCHERD & I have had a

 

Puma

 

Week, so up yours, matey-boy, chummy pal.

 

Oh, soz – FALOOFAMACHISMOSOLO – I inadvertently forgot…

 

JESSICA

(Aussie, wobatted, pooh-knickered twat-snot)

 

AND HERE IS A MESSAGE FOR THE SLIGHTLY CONFUSED MR BERWIN GROOMSTOOL HIMSEN:

 

Up yours, cos we’ve got some raight snaps o’ thee!  They’re coming to take thee away – boom-boom!

 

We’ve got thee this time, cocker!

 

Any road down, what an interesting time we gluttons had.

 

BEDDIE-BYES!

 

(Read Lord of the Rings again, Martin Jarvis, or we’ll bray you o’er!)

 

Anyway, Ritcherd, me old mate, Flash & I love you lots.  Come to see us again soon.  Maybe one day, instead o’ studying Brecht & Stanislavsky, the Ritcherd method will reign.

 

Lotsaluv ‘n’ stuff

 

RAQUEL

 

PS.  Can’t wait for the holiday, cos I’m off to babber in yer rucksack.

 

Later:

 

The ‘party’ and ringing LOLA’S!

 

Today, Flash + I went into Castleford (Cas Vegas?  Near Ponte Carlo?) and bought some records.  I got Part 2 of that Yello 12-inch collection




Flash bought himself Yello’s ‘The Race’.

 

As we went to the Off Licence for some booze, I noticed the air smelled of DOGSHIT, and we went on to count 86 individual piles of SHIT in the streets as we journeyed there and back – and it was only a few 100 yards!

 

This evening, we readied ourselves and Raquel came over, as did Dad + Annie and we all got merry.  But Raquel had to go home fairly early which pissed Flash (and me) off.

 

I’ll miss her.

 

Dad + Annie eventually went + I dared Flash to go to LOLA’S and ask ‘DAVE’ what his name is.  So we went in and bought a bag of chips, but we were too scared to ask – and HE’S HAD A SHORT BACK + SIDES!

 





 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘The Innocents…’

Tuesday, 28 March 1989

Halibut Quymme


9am

 

‘Love In The Natural Way’ – Kim Wilde



 

I wish yesterday hadn’t happened.  It’s not preying on me, but I’ve betrayed myself.

 

Later:

 

I dreamt of Maggie last nite.  Big dream.  I was wandering about college looking for her, spying on her; trying to pluck up the courage to ASK her.  Strange.  I WANT TO BE WITH HER.

 

Later:

 

The boiler exploding + Dad as ‘Halibut Quymme’ (his latest character).

 

Later:

 

‘Watching The Wildlife’ – Frankie Goes To Hollywood



 

This morning, the Gordons’ boiler erupted with yellow smoke, almost choking them all in their sleep.  Luckily, I had stayed the night at Gran W’s, but even more luckily the folks at the Flasherdome were fine.

 

I spent the day at my Dad’s, eating lovely food and listening to WIRE. 



We talked and laughed, and then he showed me PRECIOUS BANE on the video, which was TREMENDOUS!


We also listened to tape recordings of Granddad Sugden, which was nice, and looked at some photo-slides of Dad + Paul Jones in the ‘60s.

 

We then picked up Annie from work + I ate two teas.  Cos I’m a piggy wiggy.

 

WHAT RITCHERD IS UP TO IN 1988




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Farewell party…’

Monday, 27 March 1989

Amazing Bed Saga


The amazing bed saga.

 

Later:

 

‘Oh Yeah’ – Yello



 

ERM…

 

Wasn’t TODAY good?

 

Or was it?

 

It’s a little confusing and my split personalities fight each other whenever I think about it…

 

I came to Flash’s house from my Grandma’s and his friend, Jessica York was here and we all talked, sillily.  Then Raquel arrived, which meant – as she and Flash kept ‘going off’ – Jess and I were left alone to entertain each other.  At one point, Flash put a fairly ‘ordinary’ PORNO video on for Jess + I, but it bored me + I suggested watching MONTY PYTHON instead.  But Jess seemed transfixed, whilst yelling, ‘Disgusting!  Eurgh!  All they want to do is have sex!  Eurgh!  I’m gonna be sick!  Oh god!  It’s gross!’  So I took control, turned it off and popped the Python on.  Before I even made it back to the sofa, Jess and I were all over the floor, kissing and wanking each other.

 
 

Gerry was out, by the way, and Flash + Raquel were upstairs having sex.  When they came down, we all suddenly played ‘Let’s all take our clothes off’ in the dark, listening to music.  Eventually, we all ended up on Flash’s bed, doing ‘a bit of rudey’!  Both couples were in sixty-nine positions and as jess sucked my cock, I licked her pussy.  Just as it was getting REALLY interesting, the doorbell rang – my Granddad W, picking me up, so I hurtled down the stairs, putting on my clothes as I fell down each step, yelling my goodbyes.

 

So now I’m back at my Grandy’s househole!  Ho-ho!

 

SEETHIIII!

 

Later:

 

‘It Ain’t What You Do It’s The Way That You Do it’ – Fun Boy Three & Bananarama



 

So yeah.  Jess and I began to kiss, as did Flash + Raquel, until finally our ‘game’ had progressed and we were all absolutely naked and in bed playing ‘let’s give our partner sexual pleasure’.  Jess, a virgin, was desperate to fuck, but thankfully we had no condoms.  I say ‘thankfully’ because I did not want to have intercourse, no way.  I wasn’t ENTIRELY sure that I wanted to be doing what I was already doing, but I was enjoying it – and it had relieved the boredom…  But me and full-on intercourse are ‘off’ right now and have been since December.  I’m still not ready to fuck again yet; not sure why, but I’m just not.  I won’t have intercourse again until I’m fully ready and only then will I give myself the ‘go ahead’.  I must admit, though, it did feel like having a split-personality.  One half of me didn’t want to have sex, but the other half REALLY wanted to fuck her meaty cunt.

 

Later:

 

‘Venus’ – Bananarama



 

Flash told me that he almost found out the name of the man who works in LOLA’S (the man we – and THE CHINESE PLAY – call ‘Dave’).  But when Lola called him, Flash couldn’t understand what she was saying.  Flash also told me of another incident in which ‘BOY’ (the lad who also works there) came up to Flash IN COLLEGE (!) and said, ‘It’s stopped raining, then?’  Flash said ‘Yeah’, and ‘BOY’ departed, leaving Flash with the sudden realisation that it hadn’t rained all week…

 





 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Halibut Quymme…’

Sunday, 26 March 1989

Behind Watford


EASTER SUNDAY 1989

 

 IT MUST BE EXTREMELY LATE, DEAR DIARY, BUT NOT QUITE ‘EASTER MONDAY’ YET…

 

‘Shout’ – Tears For Fears



An oldie!

 

Well, well, well.  A slower day than usual, I suppose.  I arose from a strange slumber really late.

 

BUT WHAT DID I DREAM?

 

First of all, I was in a call box near the Spar Shop at NORCAT.  Flash walked up to me in his herringbone coat and said, ‘Oh, my mum said you’re coming to stay on Tuesday and Wednesday.’

‘Eh?’ I asked.

‘Well,’ he said, ‘if you come, we’ll have a little do on the Wednesday nite before you go.’

I remember being really pissed off, because I was back in Norfolk, and I couldn’t afford the train fayre back up (and down again) to get to this ‘do’.  So I said, ‘I’ll think about it.’

 

I then went up to the Drama Studio and began to kiss Emma a lot, after which she had to go off for a lesson.  I sat down and drew some caricatures of my fellow Drama students and some of the staff.  Scarlett Kane, our dance tutor, came in and asked me why I always drew her ‘funnily’.  I said I didn’t know.  She sat on the windowsill and was joined by Simon Lewis who sat next to her.  We then had a big conversation, about what, I can’t remember.  But during this conversation I began to ‘grope’ Scarlett’s knee.  When I realised what I was doing, I said, ‘Oops!  Sorry.’  I then moved on to Simon’s knee and fondled that!  Again, realising what I was doing, I stopped.  And then began to fondle my own knee, muttering, ‘I’ve got this knee fixation.’

 

As Simon + Scarlett left, Emma re-emerged and we began to kiss yet again – for ages and ages, until I began to think, ‘God!  God!  I’m going to miss my bus home!  It’s 4.15pm!’  I told her we’d better go, and we rushed off to the buses.  But only one bus remained – Emma’s.  She got aboard + waved farewell.

 

As I got to the ‘bay’ where my bus should have been, I noticed Larry Goodgirl was doing the Porter’s job of bus duty.  He came up to me and asked me if I was ‘ready for tonight’.  It was at this point that I realised I wasn’t, in fact, a student, but I WAS a Kathakali Dancer.



 

So I returned to the Drama Studio, where Simon did a make-up test on me, in blues, blacks + the all-important GREEN!  I washed the test off as Simon went away to see Maggie, his girlfriend – or so he said.  I felt very jealous and wanted to be the one going off to see Maggie.  With nothing else to do, I put the make-up back on and it looked brilliant!  Then in came Maggie.  I asked her if she was still going out with Simon.  She said, ‘No,’ and I felt suddenly very happy.  But then Simon returned and she left.  I followed her, going down the Library Block stairs, which suddenly turned into a scene from ITV’s THE BILL, and I was joined by various cops from the show.  As part of the drama, I went with a bunch of them to the first house I had ever lived in – at Western Avenue, Pontefract – where a terrible murder was taking place.

 

It got confusing from hereon, but an evil woman set about the cops with a big, sharp, dart-type object.  I ran, not daring to look back, hiding in various gardens, hearing the deaths of several policemen behind me, and knowing that sooner or later she’d get me…

 

‘Chains of Love’ – Erasure



 

Anyway.  Today, I ate Sunday Lunch with Gran + Granddad Winterfood + Gran Sugden, before watching EASTENDERS and then toddling off to Flash’s.  He played my new Yello record, and it’s fantastic.  We then proceeded to spend about five hours writing a six-page script, Behind Watford - the ‘Arts In Society’ Sketch, which I think is fabulous and totally BREE BAG WOZ.

 

I returned here, to Gran’s, but not before my Dad rang to tell me we can spend Tuesday together, which I’m looking forward to immensely.  GREAT STUFF.

 

AND WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW?  WHO CAN SAY?  EH?

 





 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘The amazing bed saga…’

Saturday, 25 March 1989

Piss Video


It must be all of 9 o’clock at nite, my dearest diary…

 

‘Another Race’ – Yello



 

Last nite, Flash had some brilliant half-dreams, talking to me in semi-sleep, which was hilarious!

 

Flash: ‘Eh?’

Me: ‘What?’

Flash: ‘Oh.  Sorry.  I thought you said, “Are you intrigued?”’

Me: ‘No.’

Flash: ‘I thought you sounded far away.’

 

Later, he was just stupid, but it killed me – I was in fits + fits + fits + fits!

 

Today, Raquel came over, bringing Flash a lovely Easter Egg with ‘I LOVE YOU, FLASH’ inscribed on it.  She even brought me a packet of six Cadbury’s Crème Eggs.  Crikey!  Really nice of her.  Thanks, Raquel.



Later, as Raquel and I watched Monty Python’s Flying Circus, Flash went into town.  When he came back, he had bought Raquel an Easter Egg + and Easter Bunny – and he’d got me ‘Oh Yeah’ by Yello! 

 
 

I couldn’t + still can’t believe it!  It was so good of him!  Cheers, Flash – thanks a lot!

 

‘A Little Respect’ – Erasure



 

I’m at Gran W’s now as Flash + Raquel want to be alone at her place.  So…  I’m staying here fo’t’ naeght!  Har-har-har!

 

I’m halfway through mixing The Situation’s new cassette – PISS VIDEO – and it’s actually quite mediocre; nothing at all special.  It’s made up of old bits and pieces we recorded in 1987 and 1988, but never used.

 

Gerry Gordon rang tonite + said she was wondering when I was off home.  She said I could, by all means, stay at her and Flash’s house on Tuesday and Wednesday if I wanted.  She even said she’d gets some cans in and some nibbles so we could have a little party on Wednesday nite.  That was really lovely of her – I felt so touched.  Thank you, Gerry.  She’s ever-so nice – and I did the washing-up for her today.

 

I wish Jonny was here, so I could talk to him about stuff + make him laugh.

 

MAGGIE – you prey upon my mind.  Will we ever?

 

Later:

 

EASTER EGGS + YELLO.  Great stuff!

 





 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Behind Watford…’